There were two things in this world one could not stare directly at: the sun, and the human heart.
—Keigo Higashino
Muggles thought ghosts only appeared at night, but at least at Hogwarts, ghosts appeared during the day as well. They merely looked transparent and could only be seen when they moved.
"Fat Friar!" On the way to the headmistress's office, Pomona called out to the cheerful ghost passing by.
"Oh, your voice sounds very familiar." The Fat Friar looked at her in confusion. "But who are you?"
Pomona removed the Glamour Charm from her face.
"Oh, it's you, Head of House." The Fat Friar smiled. "Why have you come back?"
"I came to see Minerva. Is she in the headmistress's office?"
"I saw her accompanying the special envoy to the grounds."
"What are they doing there?" Pomona asked.
"Perhaps it has something to do with Professor Firenze's classes. He teaches both Astronomy and Divination now. I heard Professor McGonagall asked you to bring Sinistra back. Will I be seeing her next term?"
Pomona could not answer his question.
"What is wrong with the classes taught by a Centaur?" Severus asked.
"And you are?" the Fat Friar asked.
"Her husband," Severus said in his own voice. "I remember inviting you to our wedding."
"Ah, I remember you," said the Fat Friar. "You're the Head of Slytherin."
"And the former headmaster, though I only held the post for a year." Severus spoke silkily. "Please answer my question."
"Many Centaur views differ from those of humans. They place greater importance on the stars and believe scars left on the body are insignificant." The Fat Friar pointed to his forehead. "But some scars truly are important. In recent years, Hogwarts students have become increasingly indifferent to getting hurt. Minerva thinks that is not